Close up camera one
The hero sings in this scene
The boy that gets the girl
Gets to go home where they get married
But stop the tape
The sunset still looks fake to me
The hero looks like he cant breathe
The damsel just left everything
Your Like a black cat
With a black backpack
Full of fireworks
And your gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa oh, whoa oh
Your Like a black cat
With a black backpack
Full of fireworks
And your gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa oh, whoa oh
Close up camera two
'Cause the hero dies in this scene
Your inspiration is the loss
Of absolutly everything
And flashback on the girl
And we montage every memory
And we bleed on in the bathroom sink
And we bleed out as the soundtrack sings
Your Like a black cat
With a black backpack
Full of fireworks
And your gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa oh, whoa oh
Your Like a black cat
With a black backpack
Full of fireworks
And your gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa oh, whoa oh
She said get your hands off of my star
It's not your part
But all your fault
And this jealous actress has a habit
Of making things sound way too tragic
Get your hands off of my star
It's not your part
But all your fault
And this jealous actress has a habit
Of making things sound way too tragic
And this jealous actress has a habit (of making things sound way to tragic)
And this jealous actress has a habit (of making things sound way to tragic)
Your Like a black cat
With a black backpack
Full of fireworks
And your gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa oh, whoa oh
Your Like a black cat
With a black backpack
Full of fireworks
And your gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa oh, whoa oh
(Oh my God!)
Your Like a black cat
With a black backpack
Full of fireworks
And your gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa oh, whoa oh
And this jealous actress has a habit
whoa oh